(Prelude the reading of this entry with a large, wistful, yet satisfying sigh)
Mes amis, je suis de retour!
My flight to LAX came in last night around 9:20 pm,
and I ran down the stairs with my souvenir-laden backpack, my large purse,
and a mind full of memories to meet my beautifully patient Matthew.
The thought of actually leaving Paris didn't hit
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